Around the World in Eighty Days Page #8

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bound for Central America.

Begging your pardon, sir,

we're way off course for Venezuela.

-Have you assumed command of this ship?

-No, sir.

Captain, don't overlook

the rest of our bargain.

By all means. Go below

and tell the engineer l want full steam.

-Full steam?

-Full steam. As much as she'll take.

You're burning her up too fast.

You'll never make it.

Just steer the ship, Captain.

Don't speculate.

What's happening?

Why are we slowing down?

Well, that's it. They just put

the last teaspoon of coal in the old scow.

lt's all finished, Mr. Fogg.

Still got a little breeze left,

but l don't think it'll get you there in time.

Only three more days to go.

l still can't believe

that Fogg robbed the Bank of England.

No British gentleman, having done so...

would have the effrontery

to set foot in this club.

Capt. Speedy, l will be direct with you.

How much will you accept

for this vessel, cash in hand?

-Why, this is exceptional--

-5,000?

5,000? This deck

is made of Burmese teak.

Please dispense with the poetry.

Passepartout, get the bag.

Yes, sir.

Will that be sufficient?

-She's yours!

-Done.

Now, as the new owner,

l wish to issue my first command.

Pile everything that will burn

into the stoke hole.

The cargo first, of course, that linseed oil.

Then the upper decks, masts,

tables, chairs, windows...

ladders, everything,

including the lifeboats.

-ls that clear?

-The lifeboats?

Lifeboats. You heard what the man said.

ls that clear?

Come on. Keep moving.

No, not her.

Not Henrietta!

Not her. No!

-The gauges are falling fast.

-There's nothing more to burn.

How are we faring?

The pressure won't last

more than an hour.

-One hour?

-That's right.

Engine room.

-Land ho!

-Land ho!

That was a close one. l never exactly

made a voyage like this before...

-but l can't deny it, we got here.

-Thanks to you and your men.

After l put you ashore,

where do you want me to dock?

Anywhere you wish.

l don't need her anymore, she's yours.

Thanks for the ship, what's left of it.

But you could rebuild--

You rebuild her.

l have more pressing matters.

Thank you very much.

My friends, the end of our journey is near.

Eight hours and 42 minutes

of the allotted time remain.

Our train arrives in London at 6:02 p.m.,

ensuring ample time to proceed...

to the Reform Club and settle the wager.

-Phileas Fogg! Stop that man!

-Don't delay, master. Come on.

-What the devil is this?

-Are you Phileas Fogg?

Of course l am. Are you insane?

-Then l arrest you in the Queen's name.

-Arrest? On what charge?

Of purloining 55,000

from the Bank of England...

on the third of July.

-lt's not true.

-Silence.

You thought you were clever,

Mr. Phileas Fogg.

Thought you could outwit me, didn't you?

Hold him.

lt's not true, sir.

l can't understand it.

The most shocking mistake.

lt's never happened in my career.

lt would seem that l owe you an apology.

The most terrible thing has happened.

The real culprit was

apprehended in Brighton.

l am no longer suspect?

No, not in the least,

but l would like to tell you...

l've never had any

personal animosity for you.

On the contrary, you've always been

a perfect gentleman and most generous.

lt's almost a pity

that you're not the real robber.

You're so daring.

Now that you have

successfully thwarted me...

and placed in my path the only obstacle...

which l could not make provision for...

l feel l can tell you l have never

really enjoyed your company very much.

And furthermore, you play an abominable

game of whist. Good day, sir.

The wager is lost. Come.

What a gloomy place.

So melancholy, so joyless.

l'm sorry, Mr. Fogg.

l didn't mean to criticize your taste.

No, you're right. lt is depressing.

-Passepartout.

-Yes, sir?

Look at the clocks.

Get in touch with Mr. McMonnies

and have them put in order.

-Right away, this morning.

-No, it's Sunday today. Tomorrow.

Make up the spare bedroom

for the princess.

Light a fire and see to her comforts.

Certainly, sir.

Madam, if you'll excuse me,

l'd like to spend the rest of the day alone.

-Passepartout.

-Yes, sir?

Turn out the gas in your room.

You needn't bother, Passepartout.

l'll take this up to him.

He won't eat, Madame.

He is feeling very low.

Poor man.

You know, his whole fortune,

all that he risked...

everything is lost.

-What will become of you?

-l can take care of myself.

After all, l have a dozen professions...

fireman, acrobat, traveling companion.

You must eat something, Mr. Fogg.

-No, thank you.

-Please.

You're angry with me, and justly.

Good heavens.

Why should l be angry with you?

You might have won your wager

but for me.

You saved my life at the risk of your own...

generously, impulsively.

l repaid you by delaying you,

involving you needlessly.

On the contrary, l owe you an apology

for bringing you to England, penniless.

You must not concern yourself with me.

Anything that has overtaken me

is a direct result of my own folly.

l refuse to deceive myself,

and l don't like self-pity.

Possibly things aren't as desperate

as they seem.

To be candid, at the moment

they're not particularly promising.

-Surely your friends could aid you.

-l have no friends.

-Nor relatives?

-Not a soul.

Then l truly feel for you.

l know how tragic solitude can be...

when one has nobody

with whom to share his grief,

In my country, Mr, Fogg,

it is said that misfortune,,,

if shared with another sympathetic spirit,

can be borne with resignation,

Do you wish at once

a kinswoman and a friend?

l'm not sure that l interpret you correctly.

Will you have me for your wife?

Aouda, my darIing,

Yes, sir? Yes, master?

I want you to go

to Rev, SamueI WiIson,,,

of MaryIebone Parish at once,

-Right away, sir.

-Arrange for a wedding,

-One wedding, sir. When?

-Tomorrow,

WiII that be aII right, my dear?

-Yes, tomorrow,

-OI, sir!

CurtaiI the jubiIation, pIease,

Bring the Reverend WiIson with you,

Yes, sir.

-Yes?

-A wedding. Come with me.

-No, l don't think so.

-Quickly. lt's an emergency.

-l'll get my hat.

-Quickly.

Saturday.

lt's Saturday.

And so many clocks.

Couldn't there be just one?

Anything you suggest, my dear.

How dare you bolt into a room

in this fashion?

Where's your training?

And remove your hat.

lt's not Sunday, it's Saturday.

-We have 10 minutes left.

-What are you jabbering about?

lt's Saturday! Look for yourself.

Fiddlesticks. The printers

must have made an error.

-You have made error.

-We will review your impudence later.

Allow me to disillusion you.

l have kept a detailed record

of every single phase of our entire trip.

We went around the world in 80 days,

this is the 81 ....

lt's Saturday.

We went eastward around the world,

always moving towards the sun.

Great heavens.

We've crossed the lnternational Date Line.

We've gained an entire day.

This is the eightieth day.

We have 10 minutes and 50 seconds left

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